An anecdote from our parish priest this morning:
"I visited the hospital a few days ago to give a final blessing to a 35 year old woman. She had bowel cancer. I officiated at her wedding 7 years ago. She has 2 kids. I was only there a minute when the doctor arrived to give her the news that nothing could be done to save her. Chemo wasnt working. Radiation. Nothing. She cried her heart out and I tried to imagine how I would feel if a doctor gave me the same message. She died the next day."
Our priest often gives us an insight into his job, for which I am very grateful.I think especially working with the dying, must be a huge responsibility but also a huge privilege. It would surely cement his faith and remind him that this life is transient and short, which we all tend to forget. I could hear a pin drop, while this priest was telling us this story.
It is hard for me not to feel inferior to such a selfless and generous guy that our priest is. If I compare his holy life to my mostly secular one, I feel ashamed.